Sunny Nash is the award-winning American author of Bigmama Didn’t Shop At Woolworth’s, recognized by...more

Author: Gene Myers

Company: Free Lance Writer

Region: all regions

Memorable Quote 1: Life is good when the waves are breaking on the outside.

Memorable Quote 2: Happy is he who forgets that which he cannot control..

Author Comment / Biography:Author of four books and two screenplays; frequent magazine contributor. I have four other books "in the can" if I could only find the flash drives. Retirement hasn't dampened my energy, but I am certainly a lot more blasé.

I was taught all through elementary school and high school that communism, and its first cousin socialism, were failed models. Such a system was said to kill one's incentive to excel by taking from those who produced and giving to lazy slackers--redistributing wealth. The detractors say the idea of ...

This is the last article in the series of how I came to be captured in Baghdad while on a business trip. Seventy of us, mostly European and American, were taken from our office building to an abandoned airplane hangar. Whenever we moved from location to location, we were shackled and chained. Among ...

A continuation... During the last episode I described the experience of waking up in an airplane hangar as a prisoner of Saddam Hussein. This article provides the detail of how I ended up there in the first place.

Last week seemed like an eternity ago. Ernie and I flew into Baghdad from Bolo...

The article that follows is an excerpt from my book, "After Hours: Adventures of an International Businessman", Chapter 5, "Saddam's Guest". Although this Baghdad event happened almost two decades ago, I still think of it as a "current affair". See, Baghdad is still plenty dangerous, and probably mo...

Yesterday the four of us, George, Berman, Krego, and me, went deep sea fishing in the Sea of Cortez for the entire day. The day was beautiful, but somewhat marred because none of us caught a blue or striped marlin, which was the objective of the trip in the first place--or at least that was the obje...

As previously described in two earlier installments of FREEWAY FOLLIES, Krego was a large, mid-50s, loud, opinionated man who never held back in expressing his opinion on any subject. I met him on a fishing trip as we traveled from Newport Beach to Cabo San Lucas with two others, Berman and George. ...

I had been homebound with a flu bug for three days. That night I felt a little better, but my temperature was still 102, and I was constantly filmed with greasy, funky, perspiration complete with matted hair and an unshaven face. A neighbor, an attractive, curvaceous young lady with a small poodle (...

This is the continuing story about four individuals on a sport fishing trip to Mexico. Last time you rode with Krego, Berman, George, and me from Newport Beach down the San Diego Freeway (I-405 and I-5) toward Tijuana. On that leg, Krego broke a mirror in Berman's car, and from a separate incident a...

In the summer of my seventeenth year, I borrowed my father's Buick and drove with three friends to Lake Hamilton for the day. The trip took a little less than an hour. It was a glorious day, and we looked forward to canoeing and swimming; and ther...